The words flow as she
waited for him to see
the rainbow at the end
through this storm
of your mind that washes
it's agony over you.
It aches and pains but
they dry up with time.
Yet you take the leap
into the oblivion.
My lashes get heavy
with tears as you
go on letting the storm
make you bleed yourself away.
As I invoke for your bright
permanent and banish
your temporary.
Your mind is your slave,
that ought to lead you
in the storm,not
to banish you.
Heed my words for thyself,
and let the doors of
enlightenment unbolt
for you.
Don't take such a permanent solution for a temporary problem.